"May I ask?" I supported my head with one hand, sending a captivated look to his deep dark eyes.
"Is it true you only need six questions to win a girl over?"
Corners of his lips slightly twitched before answering.
"I think that's quite underestimati...
<Then the Monday next week came along, but I wasn't going anywhere. Well, I went out with the rubbish and for a short shopping. The weekend really made my decision. You know, one thing was working for them on paper, but another thing was actually going to work. They could force me to do the first, but not so well to do the other.>
<So, you didn't work there for real? ... How did you happen to be in the car during the arrest, then?>
<(...) I did work there. Eventually. Sort of. But not for another week, that's for certain. And definitely not on that one Monday we're talking about. I solely went out shopping then. It was about month before Christmas, you see? All the discounts and the smell of the Christmas markets... It was a good day just for myself. (...) I bought myself this handbag. I was never really into handbags, but...>
<You're making a fuckin fool of me, aren't you? Why the hell are you telling me about your handbags?>
<You said you wanted every damn detail, every damn word they told me, ...>
<Yes, they, Damian Carlow and co. I don't care what you bought yourself for the Christmas last year or if you are a handbag fan.>
<Well, literally speaking, I bought it for the money Damian gave me as a sign-up bonus, so it is related. Second, maybe just make up your mind, sir, what you want from me. Because I might as well jump to the day you caught me, one year later.>
<I just need to hear about Damian's business and your job under him.>
<Under him... Well, yes, officially, I was his assistant and a legal advisor since that morning.>
<When did you factually start?>
<Days later. But many things happened to me in the meantime. How do I know you won't blame me later for omitting some crucial facts? I know you police. And I know my duty...>
Oh man, I laugh at the cop, don't let her, you don't know what you're heading into.
<Okay then, fine, serve yourself. Tell me everything.>
I smile. I know what would follow, how he would sit there and listen to an endless empty story for hours. Because I remember it took us over ten days before we made Marianne come to work; and she was doing literally nothing in the interim.
But I know she would kill his time, so he would hear about the different pairs of shoes she was trying on at the shops the other day, and about all the meetings with her friends at the caffés, about paying visits to her parents in Prague... Because she suddenly had plenty of free time and quite some money to spend. And the cop would hang on her lips, hoping to catch any new info about us. But would he?
I take the remote control and move the video for a later track.
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